..I needed him. He let me take him in my mouth, and I took all of him, pressed my nose against his belly and cupped his balls with my hand...I was moa...ning still, even with him in my mouth, and I was running my tongue all over him, tasting his pre-cum and in general taking delight in this gorgeous piece of manhood in my mouth. Absolute bliss. It felt so satisfying to have him in my mouth like that, I wanted to stay like that forever, never get up off my knees, I wanted that moment to last....I. What followed over the next months was a wonderfully exciting exchange of messages.One day though, I received the following message."Yvonne, you shit brained cunt, it's time for us to meet up so that I can use you like the dirty, depraved, fucking harlot that you are."I replied giving all sorts of excuses why we shouldn't and couldn't meet.There was no putting him off though. He wrote: "If you want to keep getting my messages you fucking moll, you'll do whatever is needed for me to have you.. Being an obedient cocksucker, I licked up his shaft and circled the rim of his helmet with my tongue. Again he moaned as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved his cock into my mouth! I took his cock straight into my throat, as he began to fuck my mouth.I began squeezing his ass cheeks and moaning as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. After a couple of minutes he let me take control and I was licking and sucking his cock as he began to leak precum. Once he starts to leak he keeps. I couldnt stand it. She always wore low cut shirts to work. Her tits were always showing. Her pants were always skin tight. She wore a lot of track type outfits and I liked the way that they made her body look. For the rest of the day I had to stay seated so no one would notice the erection that I had. I hoped I hadnt soaked through my pants. I would hate to have to explain precum away as a piss spot. Finally the day was over and I went home. When i got to my car, someone had drawn a winking.